Every day, it seems we're wasting away
Another place, where the faces are so cold
I'll type all night, just to get back home
I'm a cowboy
on a keyboard I ride
and I'm wanted
dead or alive
wanted
dead or alive
Another place, where the faces are so cold
I'll type all night, just to get back home
I'm a cowboy
on a keyboard I ride
and I'm wanted
dead or alive
wanted
dead or alive









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